Their Bed NSFW

That same evening, after dinner, Nox and Torven retreated to their bedrooms: Nox to his own, and Torven to the guest bedroom. Nox was already lying in bed when he realized just how rare this feeling was, just peace with no lingering fear; he wasn't imprisoned, and there was no danger anymore. He could simply sleep. He closed his eyes with that comforting thought.

But sleep did not bring rest.

Instead, his dreams were haunted: Abram's betrayal, Blint's face, and worst of all, an image of himself driving a blade into his own father's heart. He awoke crying. His hands clutched at the pillow, trying to silence the sobs. But they wouldn't stop.

When Nox calmed down a little, he stood up, still hugging the pillow, and stepped out into the corridor. He regretted not placing Torven's pillow next to his now. His feet carried him of their own accord across the building to the guest bedroom. He hesitated at the door, almost told himself to turn around, but eventually knocked softly, and without waiting for an answer, gently, pushed it open to peek inside.

Torven was asleep. But at the sound of the door creaking, he stirred and mumbled, half-asleep:

"Nox...? Is that you? Come here..."

He lifted the blanket slightly, with one arm open in a welcome gesture.

Nox said nothing. He just slid in beside him and nestled into Torven's chest. The warrior embraced him without hesitation. The warmth of his body, the steady breath, the familiar scent, it all wrapped around Nox like some kind of spell. They fell asleep like that, holding each other.

In the early morning, Nox woke first. He lay still for a moment... Painfully aware of the arousal pressing against the fabric of his sleepwear. 'Just a normal morning reaction.' It has nothing to do with him feeling Torven's body against his own... he told himself. 

But as he glanced at the man beside him, that excuse lost all its weight.

He could feel Torven beside him, warm, solid, and maddeningly close. His breath came in slowly, in even waves, and the rise and fall of his chest seemed almost hypnotic. Nox tried to look away, tried to will himself into stillness, perhaps even go back to sleep, but his gaze kept wandering towards him.

Torven looked perfect with his eyes closed. He had a strong profile, and his long, dark lashes were casting soft shadows on his face, lips slightly parted. His adam's apple moved gently as he breathed, and Nox found himself wondering what it would feel like to touch it. To trace its shape. 'To kiss it?'

As if sensing the gaze, Torven stirred and opened his eyes slowly. Their eyes met.

Nox waited for a smirk, a teasing comment, but none of that came. Instead, Torven whispered "Good Morning" calmly. But there was nothing calm in eyes, his gaze was hot and burning.

Nox's heart pounded. A nervous flutter rose in his stomach, but he didn't look away.

Torven didn't either.

Without a second thought, Nox moved closer and clumsily brushed his lips across Torven's. The kiss was light; he barely pressed his lips to Torven's.

But the response was immediate. Torven deepened the kiss with sudden hunger. It wasn't gentle anymore; it was raw and heated. Their mouths joined together, tongues moving together in a rhythm born of instinct. One of Torven's hands was tangled in Nox's hair, pulling him even closer.

Nox was on fire. Every nerve tingled. Nox shivered as Torven's other hand slid under his loose shirt, and his fingers, rough with calluses, were tracing the curve of his spine. When Torven's lips descended to his neck, Nox let out a breathy moan.

He was melting.

There was no stopping this; no part of him wanted to anyway.

Torven pressed his thigh between Nox's legs and pulled him close. Nox could feel every inch of him, hard and ready. The warrior shifted his hips, grinding lightly against him, and Nox whimpered at the friction.

"Hey... Do you want me to stop?" Torven whispered hoarsely into his ear.

"Mmm? No..." Nox breathed and barely managed to say: "I want more..."

Torven smiled against his skin, trailing soft kisses along his collarbone. Every motion sent jolts of heat through Nox's body. He arched into the touch instinctively, offering more, wanting everything that Torven was willing to give him.

Torven's hand slid to Nox's waist, thumb slipping beneath the waistband of his light linen pants. When he tugged at the drawstring, the fabric opened easily. Nox gasped as the cool air hit his exposed skin, and then again, when Torven's hand closed gently around him.

The touch was slow. Measured. Nox's hips lifted into it, craving more.

When Torven took out his own length, thick and flushed with heat and pressed it to Nox's, he let out a shuddered breath, and his hips jerked at the contact. Torven wrapped his fingers around them both, stroking with a firm, steady rhythm that sent sparks racing up Nox's spine.

Their breaths and tongues were tangled again as their bodies pressed together, and Torven's large hand was moving with growing urgency. Nox's hands roamed Torven's shoulders, back, and arms, anything he could reach.

Nothing else existed, just the two of them. No fear, no guilt. Only the steady heat of their bodies, the nearness of skin on skin, and a rhythm that felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Torven held him like something most precious. His movements were deliberate, building steadily toward something that neither of them could stop. Every whisper, every moan, every pulse of heat brought them closer.

When they both finally reached release, breathless and shaking, they collapsed into each other, with their hearts racing. They calmed down in each other's embrace.

After a few minutes, Nox spoke up first, his voice was softer than usual, as if testing the waters. "Have you ever been with a man?" He looked at Torven, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face, unsure of how the question would land.

Torven's gaze met his, steady and sincere. "I haven't been with anyone," he replied quietly, "I never wanted to".

Torven was quiet for a moment, his thumb grazing the back of Nox's neck. Then, after a deep breath, he lifted his head slightly and asked, "Does it change anything for you? What about you? Have you ever been with a man?"

"No," Nox shook his head lightly, "Not like this". And then added quietly: "But with you... It feels right."

A small but genuine smile touched Torven's lips, as if the answer told him everything he needed to hear. He pulled Nox even closer, resting his forehead against his.

No other words were needed.

Only the quiet beat of their chests, and the unspoken truth that something had shifted between them. Something they were both looking forward to.

But when Nox pulled away from Torven to look at him again, something felt wrong.